Descendants Doug の小説・ストーリー

Seeing the positive gesture, he clears his throat, trying to control the heart beating desperately in his chest. And gathering his courage, Douglas's voice comes out firm and powerful, promising to reach the ears of all who follow them: “My name is Douglas Marchetti, firstborn of Sante Marchetti, the last proclaimed leader of LA FAMIGLIA, which met its end twelve years ago, along with the health of its leader. I'm also Theodor's older brother, who brought you together again under the promise to recover all that we lost. Unfortunately, my brother died seeking to fulfill our wishes, and as a work of fate, my father also finally found his rest.”

From now on, we may need all the support from our parents as much as we could get, if anything like this was to happen again in the future. (Authors note): I have decided not to talk more about their future generations. The story of Douglas and Derrick ended where David got killed. But I will make mention of them at some points in the story henceforth, especially during the end of the story. I don't want to divert too much from the main plot of this story. Thanks for your understanding.

"I believe you're wishing to work for another company. Am I right?" I rested my elbow on the table and propped my chin in my hand. "I couldn't care less about this job at Reloading," Douglas spoke, being completely sincere. "Did you call us here just to show us your sympathy, or is there something else?" Douglas was the heir to one of the country's largest fortunes, and money was not among his concerns. Despite that, he enjoyed working, and the fact that he didn't get along with his own parents led him to be in my company since he graduated from Computer Engineering College, instead of being in his family's automotive business.

An instant later, he quickly drew his lips into a thin line and hung his head, looking upset. Lily then spoke to Daryl. "Tammy's parent is here. Where is yours?" I went over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "I am Daryl's parent." Lily was confused. "Huh? You're Daryl's dad?" I looked at Daryl's surprised eyes and nodded lightly. "I am." "T-Then, what about Tammy?" "She's not related to me anymore." Tammy widened her eyes at me in disbelief. She clenched her fists tightly as well.

The thought of being subjected to the same fate as my mom had chills running down my spine. Dad beat her up in front of the members of the organization to teach her a lesson, and this evening before I had snuck out of the heavily guarded mansion, he had slapped her for questioning him because he had just killed the Don of the Castello mafia organization. Loud music blared through the speakers, and bodies ground against each other all around me, the scent of alcohol and sweaty bodies seeming so forbidden. I was a bit tipsy, but I hadn't drunk enough to twirl my body the way I wanted, and so I walked over to the bartender with a silver ring stuck to her nose and ordered,

Soon after, Douglas told him the rest of his tale. In this family, not only did Douglas pick up the habits of being a tomb raider, his daughter Susan did as well, and with exceptional skills and talent. In this family, almost everyone was in this line of occupation, Chad’s father was the same as well. However, in the process of a grave raid a year ago, he’d unfortunately passed. Douglas' daughter also fell victim to a strange disease that would have done her in had a master not got to her in time. However, more than a year had passed and her life force had almost been drained.

Ris added, “And, which beginner volts can achieve that much power in their first try? It is really scary.” “I don't understand,” Venus said. “You are Bizura, Venus!” Lou shouted exasperatedly. “And every volt in this country is traumatized by Bizura! Still don't get it? You're a Bizura of—” “Lou!” “—Druiksa descendants!” “Do NOT mention that name!” Lou and the others gasped in surprise, while Venus's breathing flew up with emotion. A speck of dew interfered with Venus's left eye, and with all her might she held the trembling fear in her lips.

Noah whispered, his voice raspy from fortyeight hours of sleep deprivation. He had just accomplished the impossible in the underground community: breaching the Iron Citadel, the digital security system of the De Luca family. It was no secret that the De Lucas weren't just property developers; they were a syndicate controlling the flow of dark money across the continent. Breaching them was akin to putting one foot in the grave, but Noah needed that data. He needed life insurance—or perhaps he was just too arrogant about his own skills. PING.

“I was missing him.” She leaned down and kissed his forehead again, like she couldn’t get enough. I nodded and sat beside her quietly, watching them. For a moment, everything felt… peaceful. “Alright, I have a few important things to take care of,” Douglas said, standing up. He bent slightly and kissed Mom’s hand respectfully. “Take care of yourself.” Then he glanced at me, giving a small, reassuring nod before leaving the mansion. The door closed behind him. Mom turned to me almost immediately. Her eyes were bright with curiosity.